[Zack's smile widens a little, a touch wry. It's only a tiny exaggeration, nowhere near enough to be considered a lie. He really is alright, even if the memories linger a little closer. They won't stay there for long]
I know. Who else would I go to? [a rhetorical question, because there is no one else. Even back home, she was the one he went to see, even if he didn't or couldn't talk about what was bothering him]
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I know. Who else would I go to? [a rhetorical question, because there is no one else. Even back home, she was the one he went to see, even if he didn't or couldn't talk about what was bothering him]